It took a moment, but the moment was brief. Then, Gannicus was pushing and pressing, disheveling the only item of clothing left on Krem's body, showering him in biting kisses and just plain bites, rough, strong touches. When he pushed Krem back into the dirt, Krem squirmed a bit. Not a protest, but a quiet trial of the limits of this display. Gannicus was already pushing him over, face first in the dirt, and Krem whimpered softly, arching his hips back for eager attention.